Utter insanity
One of the common questions that is asked of me when people find out that I have 9 children and that I homeschool is: What do you do with the preschoolers while you are working with the older children? Well, the answer, if yesterday is anything to go by, is absolutely nothing. So much nothing that the 4 year old was able to find a marker and draw on himself, his clothes, and his bedroom wall before he was discovered. Argh! Today, I had a better plan for him and kept him occupied and in sight at all times.
But this does not count as the 'utter insanity' reference. The marker incident was merely typical, run-of-the-mill chaos... barely worth blogging about. No, the 'utter insanity' refers to me and my delusional assumptions of what I am capable of. You see, I have a good friend who forwards me notices about children who need homes, and yesterday she sent me one about four siblings, 7 and under, who may need an adoptive family. For a moment (well, if I'm honest, more than a moment), I thought, "I could do that". This was even after the marker episode. But, my reason gets the better of me, and I think about what nine children 7 and under would look like.
Don't panic, Mom! Remember that we live in Illinois and it would take an act of God to get DCFS to give us the requisite foster care license. I'll tell you what I told J., when I idly mentioned it to him: find a paper bag and breath... breath... breath...
But this does not count as the 'utter insanity' reference. The marker incident was merely typical, run-of-the-mill chaos... barely worth blogging about. No, the 'utter insanity' refers to me and my delusional assumptions of what I am capable of. You see, I have a good friend who forwards me notices about children who need homes, and yesterday she sent me one about four siblings, 7 and under, who may need an adoptive family. For a moment (well, if I'm honest, more than a moment), I thought, "I could do that". This was even after the marker episode. But, my reason gets the better of me, and I think about what nine children 7 and under would look like.
Don't panic, Mom! Remember that we live in Illinois and it would take an act of God to get DCFS to give us the requisite foster care license. I'll tell you what I told J., when I idly mentioned it to him: find a paper bag and breath... breath... breath...
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Patti (from Jud's office)
(And your two additions to the list made me tear up... and we DO have a photo of a FedEx carrier in our house. Heh.)